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[Calibrations] What lies behind those sunglasses

WHO: Albert Wesker & Whoever is unlucky enough to end up in his dreamscape
WHERE: Wesker's ~~rich inner life~~ Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: Jone 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: CW for blood, injury & death for the wheelchair and injector/sunglasses combo || also: dream murder

The room is dark. Dark and on first sight seemingly empty. But the effect only lasts until the visitor steps forward and dimly lit computer and control panels can be made out. The monitors glow weakly and whatever data scrolls across them is impossible to be made out. Once the visitor reaches the center of the room, a single massive monitor high up on the wall across of them turns on but all it shows is blackness. Underneath it are more control panels fixed with more smaller monitors and buttons that don't do anything if pressed.

Unfortunately there is no discernable way out of this room. Or is there?

Checking the consoles will allow the visitor to find a couple stray items: A S.T.A.R.S. Badge right at the canter under the large monitor, an old, empty wheelchair in front of the control panels at one side as well as an empty injector and a pair of broken sunglasses left in an oddly untidy pile on the floor. Also one of the smaller screens is very much broken. Almost as if someone punched a fist right into it.

If the visitor looks even further, they may notice another person with them, standing quietly and with his arms crossed in one of the far corners of the room. A corner not occupied with more control panels, but housing a small group of large test tubes. Empty, yet capable of holding a being in them that is much larger than a tall human. They are unlit and barely reflect any of the dim light cast by the monitors. Wesker himself is dressed in an entirely black suit, fitting him nicely but making him almost disappear in the darkness of the room itself. He doesn't speak, but he certainly watches and behind his dark glasses are the two easily brightest spots in this entire room: The man's eerily red glowing eyes as he watches his visitor's every move.

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Well damn, this place was definitely weird. The room is dark to a degree he isn't fond of, because darkness is a place for daemons. So of course he doesn't notice Wesker. So he just looks around, trying to figure out what is going on here.

"Anyone here?" he calls out as he looks around the room, moving slowly through it. "No daemons about to eat me, right?"

A curious question to cast out into the dark. Though Wesker remains where he is standing, his scowl deepening.

"No such luck I am afraid." He answers in a voice that speaks calmly but not without a warning in its tone. "A daemon may have been inclined to play. I will simply break your neck if you touch anything."

Okay that's a definitely a creepy voice.

"You've never dealt with daemons," Gladio counters, rolling his eyes. They didn't play back home. They wanted you to die. Except for that one that just wanted Prompto to be her child. That was messed up. He moves to lean against a counter, looking into the dark.

"Who's there?

"Mythical creatures are not part of my reality." At least not unless they were created in a lab. Though this man is rather likely from one of those magically inclined places.

"You infiltrated my space. I should be the one asking questions."

"Not mythical to me," he counters with a dismissive gesture. And it wasn't like he wanted to infiltrate here. "No choice, man. It's how it works."

And speaking of how it works, he shifts the hand he's leaning against. Bad choice. That badge definitely brushes his hand. Oops.

The room shifts before Wesker can argue and much to his disagreement the new setting is a lot brighter and set in a space he hasn't seen himself in quite some time: His old S.T.A.R.S. office back in the RPD, with himself, wearing his old uniform at his desk and carefully fitting an extension to the barrel of a well crafted gun when a young man walks in with a curiously raised brow. He is similarly dressed as Wesker himself, with a green shirt where Wesker is wearing blue but the same emblem on his sleeves and S.T.A.R.S. - Special Tactics and Rescue Service on his back.

"So that's the new prototype?" The young man asks to which Wesker simply nods. "Mr. Kendo wants us to test it at the shooting range." He replies and hands the assembled gun over. "Still too heavy, I know, Chris."

The man, now identified as Chris, accepts the gun and carefully weighs the weapon in his hand, looking unconvinced but ultimately just shrugging with a grin. "Still want me to try it out anyway, Captain?"

Wesker nods and turns the wooden box still lying on his desk around for Chris to store the weapon and its upgrade in. "Of course. Take Barry with you and report back once you are finished."

It's Chris's turn to nod as he disassembles the gun and places the parts in the box. "Any word about the Samurai Edge upgrades? I hate to say it, but that thing in the sewers last week? We were lucky Jill brought those grenades."

"I remember." Wesker replies unamused and leans back in his chair. "And I'm working on it. For now we must make sure every mission brings grenades or the grenade launcher. I already instructed Bravo Team accordingly before they left."

"Any update from them?"

"They found a train up in the mountains and are investigating."

Chris nods again, satisfied with the answer and he picks up the box containing the gun and its upgrades and leaves, which marks the end of the memory and everything goes dark once more.

Before Gladio can adjust to the darkness, however, he will find a quick spinning kick coming right for the side of his head. And while this may all be a dream, Wesker can still hope these still hurt enough to deliver his message.

The room is dark, and eerie - but Link just looks around with open curiosity as he appears in the space. And then moves forward towards the monitors and control panels.

He, of course, understands none of it. But that does not stop Link from pressing the buttons, seeing if anything happens.

As yet, it doesn't appear that Link has noticed anyone else in the room.

Turns out this room is very well designed to act as a trap for the overly curious. For pressing buttons, flipping switches and pulling levers may not result in anything at all, but it certainly serves as a good distraction from the rooms owner striking from the shadows like a predator that had been lying in wait.

Wesker strikes fast and almost entirely silent as he comes up behind Link and grabs the back of the younger man's shirt to pull him away from the console and quickly wrap an arm around his neck from behind to limit his movement. "Don't move."

Link, of course, absolutely does not obey that command. He is, after all, a trained knight - and someone who is absolutely used to fighting for survival. His response is immediate, and does not hold back.

His shifts his chin down, protecting his neck - and also allowing his teeth to sink into his attacker's arm. At the same time, his brings up his hands to press on Wesker's elbow - and then uses that pressure as he twists to the side to attempt to force Wesker's arm to open, and allow himself to slip out of the grip.

The bite doesn't make Wesker draw back his arm at all, he doesn't even flinch. Instead, he pushes his arm into the bite, attempting to pull Link towards him to wrap his other arm around Link's torso to further immobilize him rather than offering any space to potentially wiggle free.

His voice takes on an impatient tone and he growls. "I repeat: Don't. Move."

The problem with dreams is that in them you never know what you can quite do. In other people's dreams it's worse. There's no time to react, and even if there was, he wouldn't have a chance to get a shield up because here he can't call them. So yeah, boot to the head. And he falls. Fucking hell.

"What the shit man!?"

The moment Gladio finds himself on the ground, the same boot that has just hit his head is pressing down onto his chest and red eyes glow down from above.

"I don't make idle threats."

Gladio glares up at him with annoyance.

"You think I wanted to see that shit? What the hell is wrong with you?"

Wesker's answer isn't a verbal one, but one that is clearly audible: He draws his gun, removes the safety and aims it straight at Gladio's head, the dim light reflecting off the shining metal.

"And I believe I also mentioned that I am not answering questions. Don't give me reasons to hunt you down in the waking world."

Seriously? What the actual fuck is up with this man.

"Don't worry. You answered. Literally everything is wrong with you."

This man was a piece of fucking work.

The pressure on Gladio's chest increases in response.

"Misplaced bravado." The boot shifts a little, yet the pressure remains. "How about you finally tell me who you are instead?"

What a massive asshole.

"Gladio. And you're, what, Sargent Asshole?"

Once again, Link ignores the order. Whoever has him is clearly an enemy. Link makes a point to not listen to his enemies.

Unfortunately, his next response...doesn't go the way he expects it to. He holds out one hand, snaps his fingers, and...nothing happens. He blinks, momentarily thrown off for a brief second. Where is Urbosa?

No time to think about that. Link's arms shoot up, his fingers reaching up for Wesker's eyes, seeking to gouge them out. If Wesker's arms are holding Link - well, they can't defend his eyes at the same time.

At the same time he hooks one leg around Wesker's ankle, attempting to yank him off balance.

"How original." Wesker remarks and he crouches downover Gladio, his foot never moving but his gun ending up pressed to the man's forehead.

"Why don't we continue this conversation in a place where death actually matters." He pauses for about a moment, then adds: "It's Dr. Albert Wesker."

He pulls the trigger and sends Gladio out of his dream and back into the waking world.

While Link's attempts to trip Wesker will be unsuccessful, trying to go for the eyes is not a bad move in itself. Yet one that is met with the man's glasses simply being in the way. Though it remains astounding how much of a fight this young man puts up and having his hands up in his face turns out to be incredibly irritating. Enough, in fact, to draw an annoyed growl out of Wesker and he switches from attempting to restrain Link to aiming at knocking him out instead.

He loosens his hold on Link and the arm that pulled him in before moves to the back of Link's neck where a strong hand takes an unforgiving hold and harshly forces Link forward, preferably face first into the computer consoles up ahead.

"Will you just- Stop?!"

Link does not stop. Not even after the change in the hold, and his face slams into the console.

Now, though, that broken screen is next to his face. And those shards of glass look like a weapon Link could really use right now.

He grabs one.

Somewhere down the hall Gladio wakes abruptly. And you know what? He feels justified in what happened next.

"Oh FUCK YOU!"

Yeah, the shout was worth it.

The moment Link's fingers make contact with the glass, everything changes. For one, he is no longer in Wesker's hold. Neither is he still in the same room but in a dimly lit underground corridor made entirely of steel.

Two men walk down the corridor, one of them being Wesker, clad in his full S.T.A.R.S. uniform and gear. The other is shorter than Wesker, blond and wearing a labcoat while contemplating several sheets of paper on a clipboard in his hand.

"It just doesn't make sense." The shorter man says. "Do you honestly believe this to be the real identity of that crazy young man? Impossible. But, if somehow it is true then Umbrella will be finished."

Wesker doesn't seem too bothered by that idea. "If the old conspiracy against Dr. Marcus is revealed Mr. Spencer's career will be over, not to mention ours too." They reach the end of the corridor, arriving at an elevetor. Wesker presses the button to call it. "So, the time has come at last."

The other man looks up at him, puzzled. "What are you going to do?"

Shrugging, Wesker turns his attention to the other man. "I will simply say goodbye to Umbrella. The biological weapon utilizing the T-Virus has almost been completed. Our only remaining task is to acquire combat data."

This seems to upset the nameless man. "You can't be serious! I refuse to abandon my work! I've finished my research on the T-Virus, but I need a little more time to complete the more powerful G-Virus."

"Do as you wish." Wesker answers and the elevator's arrival is announced by the heavy doors opening. "I will follow my initial plan and lure the S.T.A.R.S. members into the mansion. Their superior combat training should make them perfect test subjects." He chuckles darkly and pulls a key out of one of his pockets, handing it over to the other man. "You know what you have to do."

The man in the labcoat looks at the key, but before accepting it reaches into one of his coat's pocket to produce an injector which he holds out for Wesker to take in turn. "Fine. But you will take this. We talked about this. If you want to release Tyrant, you must be prepared for it to attack you as well. I will return to NEST once this place is nothing but rubble and that madman is dealt with."

Seeing the injector offered to him has Wesker silent for once. But then he takes it. Which prompts his friend to finally take the key. Without saying another word, Wesker steps into the elevtor, presses its button and parts ways with what may well be his friend.

The room returns to its dark self and while Wesker still has his hand on the back of Link's neck, his grip is not as tight anymore.

Biological weapon? Tee and Gee virus? Members of stars?

There's a lot there, and Link understands little of it. Though whatever it was that Wesker was doing, it doesn't seem to be anything good.

It's also not something Link can focus on right now, because then they're back in the room - and he has other, infinitely more immediate priorities. Like seizing the opportunity to twist out of the loosened hold, slipping out to one side and darting out of Wesker's immediate range.

The shard of glass is now grasped firmly in his hand. Blood runs down one side of his face, from where Wesker slammed it into the console. Link ignores it. He focusus only on Wesker, his stare unwavering as he faces his enemy.

Okay, this room is creepy as fuck, Peter decides as he moves slowly more towards the center. It's giving him evil science lab vibes and he's not much a fan of that. The hair on the back of his neck is standing up and something is telling him to jump up on the ceiling.

He sucks in a breath to calm his nerves. It's a dream right? There's no reason to be nervous. What is this place anyway? He squints at one of the monitor to see if he can make out a company logo or something.

He moves a little closer to it but he can't help the feeling that he's being watched and pauses to look around before catching sight of those creepy, red eyes.

"Yeah, that tracks." Peter says to himself.

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CW for dream murder I guess?

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